Of course, I'm not going to Russia if you ask. Too many documents need preparing, too many permission forms from the high school to be handled.And as a boss, I could just call my people to do it for me. So, I will send my people who will do the business and investing there.Russia will become a big market, just like China. I need to start early to get the biggest piece of there.Sergei, Anna, and Ivan returned to meet me a week after our last meeting."Tell me," Sergei was smoking and sipping red wine as we sat on the balcony at the same penthouse as last week."What do you think you will do in Russia? The KGB has made the four of us your bridge to Russian and government business. You only need to pay 20% to the KGB and 35% government tax, and we will protect you like you are our father.""Not bad," I said. For now, I need political power more than anything."Well, first, I'd like to invest in Yandex, one of your Russian companies," I said, recalling that it could become as big as Go

University of Oxford."Alex, I think it's time for you to accept that you never fit in with Miranda," a woman in her early twenties said to me as I served her a pizza."Why?" I asked."Look at you," Danielle, Miranda’s best friend, called out. "You work part-time at a pizza shop. You don’t have a car. How can you keep thinking that you can be Miranda’s boyfriend?"“We love each other.”“Fuck love!”"I helped her a lot in our first year. I even did all her assignments," I said."Alex, tell me, how much do you earn working here?""$5 per hour.""How do you think a guy who only gets scrap money, without a car, without anything, can be Miranda’s boyfriend!""With love, for sure," I said."You are poor, Alex! You can't even feed yourself well and you're hanging by your scholarship.”“I love her and she love me. End story!” I replied.“Oh please, all poor people talk about love. If you don’t have money, don’t find a girlfriend, just use your fingers to fuck.""Danielle, I know you are Mira

Inside the pizza café, in front of all the people eating, drinking, and looking at the incident."Oops, sorry," Damian said, laughing. "My hand slipped."I took a deep breath and glanced at the clock on the wall; only three more minutes remained before I could end my shift."It's okay," I said politely as I moved to clean it up. "I'll take care of it."Just as I bent down to pick up the soup bowl, Damian carelessly dropped another bowl of soup on my head, chuckling, "Oops, sorry waiter, it slipped from my hand again.""It's okay," I replied calmly.When the next shift part-time worker arrived to help clean up, I headed to the back of the café, took a wash, and changed my clothes.After slipping into my usual attire, I exited through the back door and then re-entered the café through the front door.The part-time worker looked up in surprise. "Anything left?" he asked."No, I'm a customer now. Please give me the menu," I responded. He handed me a menu, and I ordered two bowls of chicke

In the entrance hall of the bridge, where people were hanging around, Danielle approached me and said, “How can a poor person like you come here?”I stared at Danielle, this girl so eager to cling to Damian’s side, as he is the wealthy second son of the Spencer family.It seemed she played a crucial role as the go-between Miranda and Damian.From what I recalled, Miranda typically stayed at her apartment, immersed in college work and her paintings, rarely venturing out except for our beautiful times together.It was impossible for Miranda to looked for Damian.As for Danielle, she was just another bad girl, flitting from one group to another, desperate to connect with society’s elite.But who knows.In past I invested in Miranda artwork, but everything changed once she became quite famous and gained money.“Danielle, I could ask the same thing of you. Last time I checked, you were just as poor as me, and even poorer since you still owe me $200 for rent from months ago. Please pay it b

I was sitting at the table with Sofia, enjoying a peaceful moment with wine after the dinner when Danielle suddenly rushed over to us in panic and sweat on her face.She was clearly frightened. “Miranda was caught by Jeremi Bolton in the private room number 2.”“Where is Damian?” I asked, somewhat indifferently.“Damian was there trying to protect Miranda, but Jeremi and his people are going to hit him.” Danielle’s face turned pale. “Please, Alex, help her.”“Nope, I’m done for. Just call the cops.” I poured more wine into my glass and Sofia’s to continue our evening.“Alex!” Danielle yelled. “He’s Jeremi Bolton. Even the police can’t catch him; his father is Vex Bolton, the most scary underworld king of Oxford.”“Then Miranda is lucky,” I said sarcastically. “She got someone even better than Damian. Isn’t it also your dream, Danielle? Sucking up to your friend when you push them for higher social hierarchy?”“Fuck you, Alex,” Danielle snapped angrily. “Just help her.”“Why must I hel